#insults
Follow me
To the inescapable
Matter of shadow
Unerasable
Shivering to escape
Your footsteps
In the sun.
Shape shifting
Always there
Tuned to you
Even as you lay
In the grass
Of a park
Where children's voices
Have their own
Wave length.
Your history of insults
You carry around
Year upon year
May feel absent in the light
But your shadow is
Inescapable.
Like your hand in
The pocket of your purse
********* the seam
Is vulnerable. Tend to it
This Place you fear.
There is no war.
Come out. Reach.
Dance with it.
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 1:22 PM UTC
Your questions
So carefully
Selected
Like bullets
In a gun
You loaded.
Bang bang bang.
They only stop
When I am dead
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 6:51 PM UTC
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth,
No man ought to look up
But down on which he is given.
Heywood, ever hear of the Trojans?
Or is that thye pun
On the stupidity of the common person?
But, then nobility repeats it?
Hey, look at me!
I know my history!
I'm so educated that I know better!
That a coward correctly surmised
That a cat may look on a king
Is certainly no surprise.
The more haste, the less speed;
Rush-in over your head,
And regret you did not faster think.
Wedding is destiny,
And hanging likewise.
To be married to such ideals,
I would rather swing.
For when I gave you an inch,
You took an ell.
I gave you a slighting
And you reached for arms.
Now, you tell me;
Did I say these things?
One man's interpretation
Is another man's insulting.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 4:54 AM UTC
Thou art a gnashgab mewling wretch,
Thy face doth like a codfish stretch!
Thou art a boil-brained muck-sprout,
A maggot-pie with addled snout!
Thou fustilugs, lily-livered mumblecrust,
Thy wit hath gathered quite some dust.
Thou art a motley-minded lout,
A hedge-born knave without clout!
Thou art warped and wayward sock-knocker,
A cumberworld, a scobberlotcher.
A flibbertigibbet, saddle-goose fool,
Who'd lose a battle with a stool!
Thou art a shrivel-headed apple-john,
A dalcop, pribbling bobolyne!
Away, thou canker-blossomed pest,
With thou weather-worn poorly-mannered jest!
©️Lizzie Bevis
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 9:43 PM UTC
your empty words are not heavy
…they’re hollow
it’s the hidden meanings that trip me
though your sharp words fail me
they may slice but can’t cut me
and if I were to fall
I’ll slip down your tongue
…hang off your lip
if you were to speak at all
May 11, 2024
May 11, 2024 at 6:13 AM UTC
The bull necked man
with a single thought
could only muster one retort
**** he said
and a million Wildean thoughts
cascaded in my head
and ultimately I said
nothing
Aug 7, 2021
Aug 7, 2021 at 8:35 AM UTC
They throw around words
Like daggers and smoke bombs
Cut, hide, throw some in
Get them to sink in deep
Gather up your insults
Pick and choose
Stack them on me
The pile gets higher
Until I burn it all down
In the end it won't matter if I lose
I'll drag you down with me
If you want to play with fire
You'd best be prepared to handle the burns
- Jay M
March 19th, 2021
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 2:51 PM UTC
Mama
Hugs me
Whispering soft letters
That sing together
And let off a gentle glow
They warm me up
And heal my scars
She builds me a sailboat
And I float
Float
Float
Up into cotton candy clouds
She is my sail
She makes smiles creep onto my face
Floating along
My world of haziness
My boat dancing
In the soft breeze
Which caresses my skin
Her whispers singing
Against it
Then I hear splashing
The waves are now rolling
Higher then I can handle
Their insults weaving their way
In and out
Pebbles are tossed at me
Until they are boulders
And my sail is sinking
And my boat is sinking
And I too, am sinking
Down
Down
Down
And now
I drown
In my sea of tears
The waves
Still thrashing me around
And I sift about
Like sand
Letting them
Drag me
I go
In and out
Of school and insults
In and out
Of my home, and warmth
Their words go
In and out
As they settle in my skin
And bleed out of my eyes
Leaving marking on my face
Until I hold onto
Every word they say.
Til I too am a wave
Washing my brain
Filling it with pain
Sifting around in the abyss of my head
I've sunk
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 11:06 PM UTC
Heartless
One heartless *****
I am
One
Heartless
*****
Staring at those words
Over and over
Their sharp edges cut
Heartless
Heart
Less
If I am less a heart
Why does it hurt so much?
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 6:51 AM UTC
As I begin to lose
my sweet memory
The flotsam and jetsam
and ephemery.
The regrets, the injustice,
the pain and despair
The resentments, the insults,
the hurts and the fear.
The timeless reminders
of not good enough
That pale yellow post it:
“Hasn’t got the right stuff.”
That time that you said
what no one would say
“I don’t really love you
now please go away.”
Most of it gone now,
I can’t quite remember
It whispers to me
from a foggy December.
Am I better off for it?
Perhaps in some way
Have I gained from the loss?
It’s a bit hard to say.
I need no longer sit here
and artfully languish
In all the sad fury
of my piquant anguish.
Like my father before me
I’m one of those old timers
Reaping the benefits
of beneficent Alzheimer’s.
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 10:30 PM UTC
Your mouth is a smoking gun.
Reloading for the next reply,
After insults have been fired.
Shoot me down where I stand,
Silence me before the quipped-barrel clicks.
Triggered, you shoot the messenger,
Before our story had finished.
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC
“I was just
joking,” You Say but
I don’t feel any laughter
coming - something funny is
there though it’s the
Just, the
Just makes What You
Say both less and
somehow
more
the funny (not
haha) part is: What
You Say is not can
never be
Just
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 1:54 AM UTC
Please do insult me
To the best of your ability
For I can promise you that
To me your words are empty
Please do gawp
Everytime I walk past
I can assure you that
My style is one to last
Please do make an enemy
Out of me if you will
For I've been looking for
Someone to give me a thrill.
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC
busy movement of dinner time
frantic dashing to make a dish
insults were thrown in as spices
bitter as they roll into the ***
oven alarms blare to make us aware of how loud we are yelling
a spoon has fallen, but so has some tears
"it's ready" has been uttered
the blur of busy has stopped
we shift to the table
the table is set,
and I'm set for the argument sure to disrupt
silence seeps out of open mouths
chewing and calculating the next move
its dinner time after all
no one is satisfied until the dishes are done
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 7:16 PM UTC
1. Spread claims you are the only one who can stop corrupt politicians and their dependence on the rich (even though you yourself belong to the rich)
2. Spread lies and insults about anyone who might look like a serious opponent
3. Once you are in power, continue 1. & 2. and put your rich friends into influential positions in state offices and courts, give tax breaks to the rich and claim that everyone benefits from them. Declare any information that runs counter to your lies „fake news“.
4. Invent threats to the security and well-being of the nation and then claim you are the one who can solve all the problems by strict measures, like building a 2,000 mile wall against those criminal immigrants that threaten your people – what the „fake news“ reports as a few thousand refugees from neighboring countries who flee from misery and persecution and crime and hope to get asylum in your country of 350 million.
5. Cut your aid programs for the home countries of those resfugees so that the situation there worsens even more and even more people will try to run for a better life, and you can rhetorically justify inhuman security measures at your borders.
6. On a different field, isolate your country internationally, be the elefant in the china shop, break or end international agreements, destabilize whole regions, and then threaten to send the military – all of which, you tell your voters, makes your country great again.
7. Start trade wars with old global partners, accusing them of taking advantage of your countrty, and when your own economy suffers from such idiocies, calm your afflicted followers with federal subsidies that jolt the nationl deficit to singular heights.
8. Fire (or mob into retirement) any critical person in your government until all your officials speak with your voice.
9. Look around for a worthy cause to be the focus of your consoldidated power.
10. Start a world war and lose it.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 5:21 PM UTC
Humor me with your insults
By now I’ve heard this stand up comedy routine so many times
I could do it sitting down
Laughter is the best medicine but I am overdosing
This substance in a prescription bottle with your name on it
It makes me toss my head back with the pills
And I laugh and I laugh
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 1:40 PM UTC
Let's sit down together
And have a discussion
And by that I mean
Lots of yelling and cussin
To your own opinion
You're entitled - that's fine
But your view is wrong
If it's different from mine
If you don't echo my thoughts
I don't care what you think
You're bad for our country
Taking us to the brink
Here's the way it is
No room for debate
And if you don't agree
You're deserving of hate
Evil, conniving,
Dumb or deplorable
Lazy, elitist,
Whatever - you're horrible
Our problems all stem
From the other side
So much for United
We'd rather divide
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 6:04 PM UTC
Pages
of unspoken sadness
hidden between each page
Paragraphs
of loneliness
present after every line
Sentences
full of desperation
only adding to the fire
Words
of harsh insults
only repeated in each line
An unpublished book
only hidden among the
weak and innocent...
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
I wish it's my father's road,
For my father,
He'll take the right actions;
When strangers make a monkey out,
Of themselves, and induce fear
onto his daughter of flesh and blood.
I wish it is my father's road,
For my father,
Would not allow atrocity
To happen when he's on guard.
I wish it is my father's road,
For my father,
He does not have a vile temper,
But shows real anger when
I'm hurt.
And I'm hurt,
By names my father did not gave me,
On the road that does not belong
to my father.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 9:58 AM UTC
you make your twists and turns,
indecisive which route to take.
i pound the windshields,
hands in fists, thumming.
you hiss a profane,
steering a sharp turn.
i choke down a gag,
eye bulging,
tears a stream.
you peer my way,
hot breath hitting my skin,
droplets of spit splashing onto me.
i turn away reaching for the door,
the poison violating my skin,
acidity burning me alive.
you don't let me go,
digging your nails into my epidermis,
it goes deeper, popping a vein.
i scream with all my might,
blood begins to pour.
you yank me back in place,
prohibiting my escape.
i stay silent,
adrenaline pumping,
heart thumping,
brain throbbing.
you release me,
scowl neatly placed on your face,
dark brows furrowed, narrowly.
i take the chance,
slamming my feet on the dirt,
breath heaving,
i run, run, run.
you shout yet another insult,
dare i not say,
for freedom, i come.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC